It was on my eleventh birthday that I first started hearing the voices. It was three days after my thirteenth birthday that I started seeing them. It was then that I knew I wasn't normal.

I could see things, hear things, sense things, feel things that no one else could. Things that no one else even knew existed. It was also then that my nightmares changed. Instead of drowning in pools of water, I was now drowning in oceans of blood. Instead of being chased by dinosaurs I was now being attacked by rotting corpses. It seemed inconspicuous enough, I doubt that anyone else suspected. The sirens I heard, the dogs barking, the people, the evil presences I felt, I chalked them up to my overactive imagination. This went on for seven years; then, three weeks after my twentieth birthday, I found out the truth...